Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 12

Chapter 12

After breakfast, Liam took a black suit jacket from the coat rack and held it open. Kenneth stood, spreading his arms as he slipped into it, adjusting the collar and cuffs with his usual crisp precision. The old housekeeper, Lisa Palmer, reached for the matching tie, ready to help him with it.

But Kenneth's eyes shifted to Ophelia. "You do it

Ophelia blinked, startled. "Me? I don't know how

And she really didn't. Growing up in the slums, no one ever taught her how to tie a tie.

Til teach you once, Kenneth said, placing the tie in her hands. He gently took her soft, petite hands in his, guiding them as he lowered his head so she could reach. The tie looped around his neck, and together they fumbled through the motions.

With the height difference between them, Ophelia had to crane her neck to look up at him. She was so focused, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration, that Kenneth's thoughts started drifting, Watching her like this, he felt an overwhelming urge to take her on the spot. He figured if he didn't pull himself together and stop staring, he wouldn't make it out of the house today,

Once it was finished. Kenneth's expression slipped back into his usual cold, detached mask. He settled into his wheelchair, ready to leave. But just as he was about to roll away, Ophelia called out. "Wait,"

She dashed upstairs in a flurry of excitement, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Moments later, she returned, dressed in a fresh outfit that mirrored her determination.

She recalled Kenneth's words from the night before that every outfit should be shown to him first.

Clad in a light brown polo shirt paired with a short skirt, her long hair elegantly pinned up with a pearl clip, she exuded a cool, composed confidence that belied her twenty years. There was an air of sophistication about her that was decidedly unchildlike, more akin to a seasoned professional.

Tm going out in this today," she said with a smile. I thought I'd show you first."

Kenneth's ga

gaze faltered, his heart skipping a beat. He watched her with an intensity that deepened with every second. "She remembered what I said. She actually cares.

up from the wheelchair, took her by the neck, and kissed her. This kiss wasn't like the ones before, full of

felt the shift in him, and she responded in

resting against hers. His voice was low and husky as he teased. "Little one, are you trying

seducing

always, Kenneth chuckled, running his thumb across her soft lips, the heat in his eyes slowly ebbing away Then, as if in playful revenge, he ruffled her hair, messing up the neat style

the intensity of the moment, Ophelia found herself amused

Ophelia's phone. "Miss Ophelia.... no, Mrs. Ophelia, you have a call" she said with a warm smile as she handed the phone over. The screen

Heather's furious voice blasted through the speaker. "Ophelia, have you lost

like the phone itself was vibrating from the force of

racing. I laid a hand on Emily? Since when? Could it

Chipset th

tossed into that

call seemed to confirm it. Smiling to herself, Ophelia replied sweetly. "Sure, I be right over" "Let's see how this

video leak first thing in

night before, some small outlets still managed to release footage from the event. As the news spread, Heather alternated between comforting

daughter I raised myself This whole situation can be dealt with pretty easily, Harry suggested, leaning back casually. "The video doesn't show any

shattered at her feet, its contents-rich, freshly brewed coffee made from the finest beans-splattering across the floor. Some of the shards grazed her ankle, and bright red blood trickled down her slender leg Heather glared at her, her eyes burning with hatred. "I didn't rescue you from the slums

back

pitiful and

Ophelia, her tone sharp and commanding "You. Clear Emily's name right now.

living room, noticing that Owen wasn't present. If Owen isn't here, then this whole trip would be a waste

plummet. Dad's on a

are your memories just that short? I've already

couldn't finish, clearly rattled by

turned her gaze to Emily, who stood there looking so

quickly straightened herself. 'Go ahead, hit me, she thought. 'It'll just make them hate her even more.